“It’s the first time he’s seen the sun, Captain Banner. With all due respect, I think he deserves to enjoy the sunlight for a fucking minute,” I snap.
Hale’s eyes show his pain once more, and Brazen’s hand takes mine.
“For once, he’s right. Though I’d let them tear me apart before I told them it was your blood, we do need to take precautions. I don’t need to be risking you at all,” he murmurs softly, and I smile before his lips seek mine.
“We need to know if this is permanent or temporary. It’s possible once the lingering bits of Araya’s blood are cleansed from your body, you could revert back to the way you were.”
“It would probably be safer for Araya if I did,” he mutters guiltily.
“Don’t say that. You’ve been wanting this your whole life. No more dodging the sky when it’s out of tint. No more setting alarms so you don’t lose track of the time outside. No more worrying about whether all the shades are drawn tight. You can just enjoy life a little better. If it’s temporary, then you better start drinking my blood regularly.”
He smiles lightly before kissing my lips, and he snickers at my excitement. Hale exhales loudly before walking away from us, and Brazen’s arm slides around my waist before he withdraws.
“We’ll need blood samples from the both of you. Hale and I are going to spend the night in Circuit after we go speak to the officials in Stringham since it’s such a long drive back. Would you mind staying with us. There’s an excellent lab there, and it would only be for a couple of days.”
“I’m okay with that,” I murmur while stroking Brazen’s lips with mine. “I’ll be buried with backed up interrogations when I get back, so I could use a short little vacation.”
“So could I,” Brazen chirps.
“Let’s get out of here,” Clay sighs out, and he jogs over to take the passenger seat again.
Brazen’s eyebrows dance menacingly, and I giggle like a fool as he scoops me up. Hale’s eyes seem to teem envy which makes no sense at all considering he told me he could never love me. Brazen does love me though, and I’m tired of chasing the man who loves running away. I’m done trying to make him stay. At least I hope I’m done.
